Sunday, January 30, 2011

Spring In January

Lily called me on Thursday night asking if she could have a sleepover on Friday. I picked her up from schooland the adventure began. The weather was warmer and the masses came out. First the yogurt shop for a treat.

It was warm outside so Friday and Saturday we went to her trees.

Saturday morning bright and earlywe went to Forrest's Basketballgame. They are just learning thebasics of the game...(a lot of running without dribbling, stealing the ballfrom your own team mate). They hadfun though....

It was then time to take her home, the family wantedto take in some of the warm January weather before the coldreturns.Kevin and Forrest start out on the Green Line. This is a rails to trails that one day will go from the Mississippi River across Shelby County. It is amazing how many people are there. You had hop on the trails at most roads that it crosses. This is one close to Kevin and Amy's house.

The family start off on their ride east over the Wolf River. There is a bridge they will ride over to continue their journey. I want to walk it,but, have not done so yet. I want to very much,and I will one of these days.I was sad to see them ride off. I wanted to go too, but, knew my old feet could not keep up!

My grandson did not want to talk at first. He chose to communicate with screams. His mother always told him, ForFor Use Your Words. When trying to name my little blog I thought of this. I am after all, trying to put my thoughts down to tell you about my life. I thought to myself, Beverly-Use Your Words.

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After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, 'Who was THAT?'

I always write a good first line, but I have trouble in writing the others. Moliere

We have not inherited the earth from our fathers. We are borrowing it from our children. Native American Saying

Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting.

Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children. Alex Haley